Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too. — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too. — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too. — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too. — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too. — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
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Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

— Ellen Hopkins, Burned
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